A Grand Declaration Of War

Christendom religion of pity god of the sick
We have discovered our way we know the road
We have found the way out of millennia of labyrinth
Beyond the north, beyond the ice, beyond death
There was a thunderstorm in our air
The nature, which we are, grew dark
All that proceeds from weakness we loathe
We declare not peace but WAR
We shall be unleashed now
From darkness we create light
Beware decaying humans
For we shall destroy
We are the way of millennium [bad word]